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BY       ITS       A  UTHOR 


With   the   Story   of  the    Hymn,    and    a   Brief  Account 

ST.    JOHNLAND. 


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V\i;\\'\2i/w  Auffiisius  MuVAeNbever 

Sold  for   the   benefit   of   sfc  fohnland,    X.     Y. 


New    York  : 
W  H  I  T  T  A  K  E  R      &      CO.,      PUBLISH  K  R  S  , 
No.     2     BIBLE     HOUSE. 
187 1. 


Entered,  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1871,  by 

T.    WHITTAKER    &    CO., 

In   the  Office  of  the  Librarian  of  Congress,  at  Washington,  D.  C. 


John  Ross  &  Company,   Printers.  27  Rose  Street,  New  York. 


ftije  Meb.  fijiltp  £>ri)aff,  m.m., 

THE    LOVING    PATRON    OF    MY    VERSES, 

THIS  LAST  OF   THEM 

IS,    WITH    CHRISTIAN    AFFECTION    AND    ESTEEM,    INSCRIBED 
BY    HIS     FRIEND    AND    BROTHER, 

WILLIAM    AUGUSTUS    MUHLENBERG. 

St.   Luke's  Hospital,  December,  1871. 


Hymn  187  of  Prayer-Book  Collection. 


I     WOULD    not    live   alway  :    I    ask    not    to    stay 
Where    storm    after    storm    rises    dark    o'er   the   way  ; 
The    few    lurid    mornings    that    dawn    on    us    here, 
Are    enough    for    life's    woes,    full    enough    for    its    cheer. 

I    would    not    live    alway,    thus    fetter'd    by    sin. 
Temptation    without,    and    corruption    within  : 
E'en    the    rapture    of    pardon    is    mingled    with    fears, 
And    the   cup    of    thanksgiving    with    penitent    tears. 

I    would    not    live   alway  :    no,   welcome    the    tomb  ; 
Since   Jesus   hath    lain    there,    I    dread    not    its   gloom  ; 
There^  sweet    be    my    rest,   till    He   bid    me   arise 
To    hail    Him    in    triumph    descending    the    skies. 

Who,    who    would    live    alway,    away    from    his    God  ; 
Away    from    von   heaven,   that   blissful    abode. 
Where    the    rivers   of   pleasure    flow   o'er   the    bright    plains, 
And    the    noontide    of    glory   eternally    reigns^  _ 

Where    the    saints    of    all    ages    in    harmony    meet, 
Their    Saviour   and    brethren,    transported    to   greet  ; 
While    the    anthems    of   rapture    unceasingly    roll. 
And    the    smile    of    the    Lord    is    the    feast    of   the    soul  ? 


A  Fable  Apologetic. 


EVANGELIZE  ME!  quoth  the  Hymn.  Am  I  a  heathen, 
or  an  infidel,  that  I  need  any  such  process  ?  Am  I 
not  already  in  good  odor  with  evangelical  Christians  ?  Are  they 
not  satisfied  with  me  in  my  present  form  ?  Am  I  not  dear  to  them 
in  their  churches  and  their  homes  ?  Am  I  not  a  comfort  to  them 
in  their  sorrows,  when  they  truly  desire  not  to  "  live  alway  "  ? 
Have  I  not  been  on  the  lips  of  departing  saints,  and  after- 
ward, in  the  funeral  dirge,  the  sweet  solace  of  the  bereaved  ? 
Why.  then,  interfere  with  such  sacred  associations  ?  Besides,  it 
is  too  late.  I  am  imprinted  on  memories,  where  I  shall  remain 
unchanged,  and  am  stereotyped  in  well-nigh  all  the  hymn-books 
of  the  land.  Further,  I  am  no  longer  your  possession  :  I  be- 
long to  the  Christian  public.  No,  my  dear  father,  let  well  alone, 
and  only  be  thankful  for  the  blessed  privilege  you  have  en- 
joyed   through    your    favored    offspring. 


So  1  am,  my  dear  Hymn,  replies  the  author,  deeply, 
humbly  thankful — more  so  than  I  dare  express.  Little  could  I 
have  thought,  nearly  fifty  years  ago,  when  you  were  born,  that 
you  would  be  living  now,  a  minister  of  consolation  and  holy 
joy.  Here  I  am  silent,  lest  if  I  said  what  I  feel  it  would  seem 
affectation.  Far  be  it  from  me  to  violate  the  sacred  associations  of 
your  past  and  present,  which  I  am  bound  religiously  to  respect. 
Apart  from  an}-  paternal  fondness  for  ray  own — looking  at  you 
only  objectively,  as  we  say — I  can  have  no  slight  regard  for 
you,  considering  your  cherished  place  in  the  affections  of  so 
man)-  of  the  people  of  God.  1  hesitate  to  fault  you,  that  I 
may  not  impliedly  fault  them,  yet,  you  know,  I  have  never 
deemed  you  perfect.  Whenever  I  have  thought  how  much 
you  are  loved,  the  satisfaction  has  always  been  dampened 
by  the  regret  that  you  are  not  more  distinctively  Christian. 
In  that  regard,  full  pious  as  you  are.  I  have  always  been  sorry 
that  you  fail.  For  example,  when  the  Christian  looks  wistfully 
to  the  life  above,  it  is  not  so  much  from  discontent,  as  you 
seem  to  make  it,  with  the  life  below.  It  is  not  complaint  that 
"  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the  way "  ;  much  less  is  it 
a  murmur  at  our  earthly  existence  as  if  only  a  "  few  lurid 
mornings."  Such  language  belongs  to  occasional  moods  of  de- 
pression, to  which,  indeed,  most  of  us  are  liable  ;  but  they  are 
not    to    be    indulged.       The    good    man,    unless    he    be   one    of   the 


born  children  of  woe,  has  too  many  sunshiny  days  to  wish  to 
be  gone  on  account  of  his  gloomy  ones  ;  and,  though  his  sky 
be  more  or  less  overcast  with  cloud  or  storm,  there  is  always 
"  the  braid  of  heavenly  light,"  or  the  "  rainbow  in  sight  like 
unto  an  emerald  "  from  the  Sun  of  Righteousness,  to  cheer  up 
his    faith    in    the    house    of    his    pilgrimage. 

"  Fettered  by  sin  "  are  rather  strong  words  to  express  the 
"  corruption  of  nature  which  remaineth  in  them  that  are  re- 
generate "  ;  and  where  is  the  freed  man  in  Christ,  if  he  still 
be    enchained    by    evil  ? 

"  Welcome  the  tomb "  is  a  real  utterance  in  extreme  trouble 
or    suffering,    or   in    the    infirmities    of  age,    but   not    ordinarily. 

"  There,  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  He  bid  me  arise  "  sounds  too 
much  like  a  sleep  of  the  soul,  a  state  of  unconsciousness,  be- 
tween death  and  the  resurrection.  Sweet  repose  in  paradise, 
not    in    the    tomb,    is    another   thing. 

"  Flow  oer  the  bright  plains  "  must  be  a  mistake  for  "  flow 
through" 

I  fear  to  say  I  do  not  quite  affection  your  last  line,  for  I 
should  have  to  give  my  reason,  and  that  might  spoil  it  in 
holier   minds   than    my    own. 

My  chief  dissatisfaction,  however,  is  not  with  your  faults, 
but    with    your   defect    in    having   too    little    evangelic    faith. 

But  I  must  stop,  as  I  would  not  be  hypercritical,  nor  want- 
ing in  deference  to  the  general  estimate  of  vour  merit  just  as 
you    are.       That    you    will    retain.       Do    not    fear    being    neglected 


in    your    old    character.      The   devout    sentimentality    of    younger 

days  will  not  be  displaced  by  the  more  sober  product  of  aye. 
At  any  rate,  I  would  leave  something  behind  me  of  the 
same  tenor  as  yourself,  for  which,  though  it  may  be  your  in- 
ferior in  poesy,  I  must  claim  somewhat  more  of  Gospel  and 
more  realitv.  May  its  future  be  as  long  as  your  past  !  May 
all  who  say  with  the  patriarch,  /  would  not  live  alway,  be  ani- 
mated by  the  clearer  faith  of  the  apostle  whose  willingness  to 
depart    was    "  a    desire    to    be    with    Christ,    which    is    far    better  "  ! 


"  7    would   not   live   alway." — Job. 
"  To    depart    and    be    with    Christ,    which    is  far    better." — St.    Paul. 


WOULD    not    live    alway,    I    ask    not    to    stay, 
-■-      vSo    my    work    be    but    done,    upon    life's    toilsome    way 
Whate'er    be    our    portion    of   weal    or    of   woe, 
Enough    are    the    days    of  our    sojourn    below. 

I    would    not    live    alwav,    in    conflict    with    sin, 
With    the    wiles    of   the    tempter,    around    and    within  ; 
Though    rejoicing    in    hope    of  the    conqueror's    song, 
The    warfare    that    wins    it    I    would    not    prolong. 

I  would  not  live  alway,  for  suffering  to  grieve, 
And  give  but  a  sigh  when  I  yearn  to  relieve  ; 
Glad  in  labors  of  mercy,  yet  sadden'd  to  know 
How    misery's    dark    waters,    unebbing,    still    flow. 


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I    would    not    live    alway  :    the    night    of   the    tomb 
I'll    dread    not    since    Jesus    hath    passed    through    its    gloom  ; 
My    Light    and    my    Life  !    by    the    way    He    then    bless'd, 
When    He    calls    me    to    come,    would    I    here   have    my    rest  ? 

No  !    I    would    not    live    alway,    away    evermore 
From    the    presence    of    Him    whom    unseen    I    adore  - 
From    those    mansions    of   peace    He    hath    gone    to    prepare, 
That    His    brethren    the    house    of   His    Father    may    share. 

There,    there,    I'd    live    alway,    those    blessed    to    meet, 
His    brethren,    my    brethren,    in    fellowship    sweet, 
From    all    ages,    all    nations,    there    gathered    the    whole, 
In    the   joys    of    His    love,    endless    bliss    of   the    soul. 

Alleluia,  Amen — henceforth    be    my    song  ; 

Live    alway    I    shall,    yea,    alway    as    long 

As    Christ    Himself   lives. — Not    till    He    dies    again 

Shall    I    cease    in    His    glory    and    with    Him    to    reign. 


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ise    my    God     while    I     have    my    being."— Psalm    civ.    33. 


Reminiscences. 


I  SHOULD  not  think  ot  appending  a  "history"  ot  my  hymn  were  it 
not  that  I  am  so  often  asked  for  it,  and  the  present  is  a  good  oppor- 
tunity for  compliance.  The  much  longer  composition,  of  which  it  is  a 
part,  first  appeared  in  a  religious  paper  in  Philadelphia — the  Episcopal  Re- 
corder— in  the  year  1824.  The  legend  that  it  was  written  on  an  occasion 
of  private  grief  is  a  fancy.  In  the  year  1826,  the  General  Convention 
of  the  Episcopal  Church  appointed  a  committee  to  prepare  a  collection  of 
hymns,  to  be  added  to  the  fifty-six  which  were  then  the  whole  number 
attached  to  the  Prayer-Book.  This  measure  was,  in  consequence  of  an 
awakened  interest  in  hymnody,  owing  not  a  little — I  may  be  pardoned 
for  recording — to  some  publications  of  my  own,  one  of  them,  "  A  Plea 
for  Christian  Hymns,"  addressed  to  a  special  General  Convention  in  the 
year  ■ ;  another  was  a  collection  called  "  Church  Poetry,"  which,  be- 
ginning to  be  used  in  several  quarters,  gave  occasion  to  the  remark  in 
Convention  that  it  was  high  time  the  Church  acted  in  the  matter,  for,  it 
she  did  not,  the  clergy  would  take  it  into  their  own  hands.  The  above- 
mentioned  committee  consigned  the  business  with  which  they  were  charged 
to  a  sub-committee,  to  report  at  the  time  of  the  next  General  Convention, 
1829.  Ot  that  sub-committee  I  was  a  member,  and  had  largely  to  do 
in    making    up    its    report,    which    contained    several    ot    my    hymns,    among 


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them  the  one  before  us,  but  not  placed  there,  I  need  hardly  say,  by  my- 
self. One  of  them,  "  Shout  the  Glad  Tidings,"  was  written  at  the  par- 
ticular request  of  Bishop  Hobart,  who  wanted  something  that  would  go 
to  the  tune  by  Avison,  then  popular  to  the  words,  by  Moore,  "  Sound  the 
Loud  Timbrel."  He  liked  the  verses  I  made  for  the  music,  with  which 
he  was  greatly  taken,  so  well  that  he  had  them  struck  off  before  the 
hymns  were  published,  and  sung  in  Trinity  Church  on  Christmas  day. 
"  I  Would  not  Live  Ahvay "  was  an  abridgment  of  the  original,  which  he 
had  seen  in  the  Episcopal  Recorder,  by  Dr.  H.  Onderdonk,  then  rector  of 
St.  Ann's,  Brooklyn,  with  some  revision  by  myself.  At  the  meeting  of  the 
whole  committee,  in  1829,  the  report  of  the  sub-committee  was  presented, 
and  each  of  the  hymns  was  passed  upon.  When  this  came  up,  one  of 
the  members  remarked  that  it  was  very  sweet  and  pretty,  but  rather  sen- 
timental, upon  which  it  was  unanimously  thrown  out.  Not  suspected  as 
the  author,  I  voted  against  myself.  That,  I  supposed,  was  the  end  of 
it.  The  committee,  which  sat  until  late  at  night  at  the  house  of  Bishop 
White,  agreed  upon  their  report  to  the  Convention,  and  adjourned.  But 
the  next  morning,  Dr.  Onderdonk  (who  was  not  one  of  their  number,  but 
who,  on  invitation,  had  acted  with  the  sub-committee,  which,  in  fact,  con- 
sisted of  him  and  myself)  called  on  me  to  encpiire  what  had  been  done. 
Upon  my  telling  him  that  among  the  rejected  hymns  was  this  one  of 
mine,  he  said,  "  That  will  never  do,"  and  went  about  among  the  members 
of  the  committee,  soliciting  them  to  restore  the  hymn  in  their  report,  which 
accordingly  they  did  ;  so  that  to  him  is  due  the  credit  of  giving  it  to  the 
Church.  Among  the  contributions  made  by  Dr.  Onderdonk  to  our  present 
collection,   the   best   known   are   his   two   missionary   hymns. 

In   these   reminiscences,   one  singular   fact    must    not    be    omitted.      Some 


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eighteen  years  ago,  a  printer  in  Litchfield,  Connecticut,  wishing  to  disabuse 
the  public  mind  as  to  the  authorship  of  the  hymn,  declared,  in  a  paper 
with  which  he  had  some  connection,  that  he  had  written  it  himself.  Of 
this,  of  course,  I  took  no  notice,  but  was  not  a  little  surprised  when,  in 
consequence  of  it,  some  of  my  brethren,  editors  of  Church  papers,  hinted 
at  their  doubts  on  the  subject.  On  being  requested  to  assure  them  of 
the  fact,  I  replied  in  a  communication  to  one  of  them,  stating,  if  they 
thought  I  was  capable  of  letting  the  work  of  another  pass  for  so  many 
years    as    my    own,    they    would    not    be    sure    of    anything    I    might    say. 

But  the  better  story  of  the  hymn  it  is  not  for  me  to  write,  nor 
another,  of  a  different  kind,  of  the  amusing  compliments  paid  to  the  author, 
as    if  it    were    the    solitary    mark    of  his   life. 


To    make    the   preteding   account   complete,    the    following    pieces     referred 
to    in    it    arc    inserted,    although    often    printed   before. 


I     WOULD    not    live    alway — live  alway    below  ! 
Oil,     no,     I'll     not     linger     when     bidden     to    go  : 
The    days    of    our     pilgrimage    granted     us    here, 
Are    enough    for    life's    woes,    lull     enough    for    its    cheer  : 
Would     I    shrink    from    the    paths    which    the    prophets    of    God, 
Apostles,    and     martyrs,    so    joyfully     trod? 
Like     a     spirit     unblest     o'er     the    earth     would     I     roam, 
While     brethren    and     friends    are     all     hastening     home  J 

I     would     not     live     alway  :      1     ask     not     to     stay, 
Where     storm     alter   storm     rises    dark     o'er    the     way  ; 
Where,     seeking    for     rest,     we     but     hover    around, 
Like     the     patriarch's     bird,     and     no     resting     is    found  ; 
Where    hope,     when     she     paints    her    gay     bow     in     the    air, 
Leaves     its     brilliance     to     fade     in     the     night    of    despair. 
And     joy's     Heeling    angel     ne'er     sheds    a    glad     ray, 
Save    the    gleam    of    the    plumage    that    bears    him    away. 

I     would     not     live    alway — thus     lettered     by    sin, 
Temptation     without     and     corruption     within  : 
In     a     moment    of    strength     if    I     sever    the    chain, 
Scarce     the     victory     is     mine,    ere     I'm     captive     again  ; 
E'en     the     rapture     of    pardon     is     mingled     with     fears, 
And     the    cup     of    thanksgiving     with     penitent     tears 
The     festival     trump     calls    for     jubilant     songs, 
But    my    spirit    her    own    miserere    prolongs. 


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I     would     not    live    alway — no,    welcome    the    tomb  : 
Since    Jesus    hath    lain    there,    I    dread     not    its    gloom  ; 
Where    He    deigned     to    sleep,    I'll    too    bow    my    head, 
All    peaceful    to    slumber    on    that    hallowed    bed. 
Then    the    glorious    daybreak,    to    follow    that    night. 
The    orient    gleam    of    the    angels    of    light, 
With    their    clarion    call     for    the    sleepers    to    rise 
And     chant     forth     their     matins,    away     to     the     skies. 

Who,    who    would     live    alway?     away     from     his     God, 

Away   from    yon     heaven,     that     blissful     abode, 

Where     the     rivers    of    pleasure     flow    o'er    the     bright     plains, 

And     the     noon-tide    of    glory    eternally    reigns  ; 

Where    the    saints    of    all    ages    in    harmony    meet, 

Their    Saviour    and     brethren,    transported     to    greet, 

While     the    songs    of    salvation     exultinglv     roll, 

And     the     smile    of    the     Lord     is     the     feast    of    the     soul. 

That    heavenly     music  !     what     is     it     I     hear  ? 
The    notes    of    the    harpers     ring    sweet     in     mine     ear  ! 
And    see.    soft    unfolding    those    portals    of    gold, 
The     King    all    arrayed    in    His    beauty    behold  ! 

0  give    me,  O    give    me,    the    wings    of    a    dove, 

To    adore    Him,    be    near    Him,    enrapt    with     His    love  ; 

1  but    wait    for    the    summons,  ,1    list    for    the    word — 
Alleluia — Amen — evermore    with    the    Lord. 

1824.       Revised    1859. 


SINCE    o'er    Thy    footstool    here    below, 
Such    radiant    gems    are    strown, 
Oh,    what    magnificence    must    glow, 

My    God,    about    Thy    throne  ! 
So    brilliant    here    these    drops    of    light, 
There    the    full     ocean    rolls,    how    bright  '. 

If    night's    blue    curtain    of    the    sky, 

With    thousand    stars    inwrought, 
Hung    like    a    royal    canopy 

With  glittering  diamonds  fraught, 
Be,  Lord,  Thy  temple's  outer  veil, 
What    splendor    at    the    shrine    must    dwell   ! 

The    dazzling    sun,    at    noontide    hour, 

Forth    from    his    flaming    vase. 
Flinging    o'er    earth    the    golden    shower, 

Till    vale    and    mountain    blaze, 
But    shows,    O    Lord,    one    beam    of    Thine  : 
What,    then,    (he    day    where    Thou    dost    shine  ! 

Ah  !    how    shall    these    dim    eyes    endure 

That    noon    of    living    rays, 
Or,    how    my    spirit    so    impure 
Upon  Thy    brightness   gaze? 
Anoint,    O    Lord,    anoint    my    sight, 
And    robe    me    for    that    world    of    light. 


1824. 


As  tliis  little  book  is  kindly  sold  by  the  publishers  without  any  profits 
to  themselves,  fo>  the  benefit  of  St.  yohnland,  a  brief  account  of  the  same 
is    subjoined. 


St.  John  land. 


ST.  JOHN  LAND  lies  on  the  north  shore  of  Long  Island,  about  five 
miles  east  of  the  town  of  Northport,  and  about  forty  miles  east 
of  the  city  of  New  York.  It  covers  an  area  of  over  five  hundred  acres, 
one-half  of  which,  or  somewhat  less,  is  good  arable  land  of  light  soil  ; 
the  remainder  woodland,  which,  when  needed,  can  be  cleared  foi  tillage. 
The  northern  boundary  lies  immediately  on  the  Sound.  A  large  part  of 
it  is  an  extended  line  of  bold  bluff,  covered  by  a  fine  old  grove  of 
chestnut,  oak,  and  cedar.  This  is  a  protection  against  northerly  winds 
for  the  gentle  slope,  declining  southward,  which  is  the  site  of  the 
several  buildings  with  which  the  village  is  already  begun.  The  place 
throughout  is  diversified  with  hill  and  plain,  with  meadow  and  wood,  and 
has  numerous  sites  commanding  views  of  scenery  which  would  be  thought 
beautiful    anywhere. 

Little  as  yet  has  been  done  in  carrying  out  the  original  design  of 
providing  cottage  homes  for  certain  classes  of  the  industrious  poor  who 
could  be  supplied  with  work  from  the  city.  This  has  been  delayed  in 
consequence  of  the  want  of  easy  conveyance  to  the  place,  which,  how- 
ever, will  soon  be  afforded.  In  the  spring  an  extension  of  the  railroad 
will    be    finished,   with    a   station    not    more    than    a    mile    and    a    half    distant. 


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In  the  meanwhile,  much  has  been  done  in  the  way  of  charitable  institu- 
tions, which,  indeed,  are  likely  to  become  the  main  feature  of  the  place, 
making  it  a  domain  of  charity.  Among  these  the  principal  are  the  fol- 
lowing : 

ST.     JOHN'S    INN. 

THE     OLD     MAN'S      HOME. 

This  consists  of  three  buildings,  a  large  and  central  mansion  connected 
by  enclosed  corridors  with  a  spacious  wing  on  either  side,  erected  entirely 
at  the  expense  of  Mr.  John  1).  Wolfe,  the  President  of  St.  Johnland. 
It  is  well  equipped  in  every  respect  for  its  purpose,  which  is  the  entertain- 
ment, in  their  declining  years,  of  respectable  Christian  men  who  through 
the  vicissitudes  of  life  have  become  unable  to  command  the  comforts  of  a 
home.  Accommodation  is  provided  for  forty  such  inmates,  but  only  half 
this  number  will  be  received  for  die  present,  one  of  the  wings  of  the  build- 
ing being  occupied  by  orphan  or  destitute  children.  The  terms  for  an  old 
man    are    three   dollars    per    week,    which    covers    all    expenses   but    clothing. 

An  extension  of  this  edifice  northwards  contains  apartments  for  ten 
grown  girls,  orphans,  under  training  by  the  Sisters  in  the  several  industrial 
and    household    departments    of  the   settlement. 

THE    CHILDREN'S     HOUSE, 

built  by  Mrs.  Spencer  and  Miss  Wolfe,  provides  all  things  necessary  for 
the  comfort  and  education  of  twenty-five  little  ones,  crippled  and  orphaned, 
or  otherwise  destitute  of  the  motherly  care  essential  to  their  impaired  phy- 
sical condition.  Most  of  the  young  inmates  of  this  house  were  formerly 
patients    of    the    children's    ward     in     St.     Luke's     Hospital,    transferred     hither 


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when  no  longer  susceptible  of  benefit  from  surgical  treatment.  As  they 
become  old  enough,  they  are  transferred  to  either  the  Boys'  House  or  the 
grown  girls'  department,  and  taught  the  type-setting  or  some  other  suit- 
able trade  whereby  they  may  hereafter  support  themselves.  The  patronage 
for  a  beneficiary  of  the  Crippled  Children's  Home  costs  $100  per  annum, 
with  such  contributions  to  the  child's  wardrobe  as  the  patron  may  be  dis- 
posed   to    make. 

THE     BOYS'     HOUSE, 

built  by  a  mother  in  memorial  of  a  beloved  boy,  recently  opened, 
is  the  house  of  the  older  boys — a  fine,  cheerful  house,  with  a  handsome 
school-room,  a  library  or  social  room  for  evening  recreation,  two  good  dor- 
mitories, and  convenient  lavatory.  It  is  designed  for  thirty  boys,  has  already 
twenty-four  occupants,  under  the  schoolmaster  and  his  wife,  who  reside  in 
the  building.  The  sum  of  $150  per  annum  is  named  as  the  charge  for 
a  boy  not  entered  as  a  printing  apprentice  nor  under  training  in  the 
garden  on  the  farm,  but  simply  getting  his  board,  clothing,  and  a  plain 
education.  For  an  apprentice  to  the  printing  or  other  industrial  work, 
there    is    an    entrance    fee    asked    of   $150,    which    is    in    full    of    all    demands. 

THE    TYPE-SETTING     ROOMS 

of  the  stereotype  foundry,  as  already  mentioned,  give  a  remunerative  trade 
and  consequent  means  of  self-support  to  lame  or  otherwise  enfeebled  boys 
and  girls.  Of  this  class  of  beneficiaries  we  have  had  twenty-five  boys  and 
five  girls,  and  the  average  number  of  apprentices  is  twelve,  who,  under 
their    able    and     faithful    superintendent,    are   constantly    turning    out    work    for 


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New  York  publishers  which  would  do  credit  to  well-established  city 
houses. 

THE    CHURCH, 

among  the  institutions  of  the  place  that  might  have  been  mentioned 
first,  is  the  central  bond  of  them  all.  The  edifice,  built  by  Mr.  Adam 
Norrie,  is  a  goodly  one,  graceful  in  proportion  and  design,  with  nave  and 
transept,  furnished  with  an  organ,  bell,  etc.,  and  capable  of  holding  upwards 
of  three  hundred  persons,  standing  in  the  midst  of  the  rising  village.  The 
resident  pastor  holds  regular  services  in  the  church,  and  more  familiar 
devotional    meetings    among    his   people. 

Here  is  that  "  Church  of  the  Testimony  of  Jesus,"  which  the  founder 
once  desired  to  establish  in  the  city,  but  which  is  now  most  appropriately 
the  church  of  a  parish  composed  of  the  ministrants  and  recipients  of  chari- 
ties, bearing  practical  testimony  to  Jesus.  As  an  Episcopal  Church  re- 
cognizing the  wider  church  of  the  brotherhood  in  Christ,  it  should  com- 
mend St.  Johnland  to  all  who  desire  to  see  the  former  in  more  fraternal 
communion  with  sound  branches  of  the  latter.  It  is  one  of  the  germs 
appearing    here    and    there,    of    Christian    union. 

WHENCE    THE    FUNDS    FOR    ST.    JOHNLAND,  PAST    AND 

PRESENT  ? 

The  answer  would  be  a  long  story,  telling  of  the  liberality  of  those 
who  supplied  the  means  for  beginning  the  enterprise,  thus  encouraging  it, 
although  then  they  had  not  much  confidence  in  it  themselves  ;  of  the 
subsequent  benefactions  of  those  who  in  large  sums  provided  for  the  erec- 
tion   of  the    buildings    and    making   other    improvements;    of   the    contributions 


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of  many  for  the  support  of  the  beneficiaries  of  the  place,  etc.  For  such 
information  those  who  desire  it  are  referred  to  an  account  of  St.  Johnland, 
to  be  had  of  Mr.  Whittaker,  No.  2  Bible  House,  of  which  a  new  edition, 
bringing    the    account    to    a    later    date,    will    appear    early    in    the    year. 

But  without  waiting  for  that,  it  is  hoped  that  our  readers,  from  what 
has  been  here  said  and  from  other  sources,  are  satisfied  that  the  work  is 
worthy  of  their  patronage;  and  if  so,  that  they  will  he  disposed,  according 
to  their  ability,  to  aid  it.  This  they  may  do  by  contributing  to  the  sup- 
port of  its  beneficiaries  of  different  classes,  according  to  the  rates  specified 
in  the  preceding  pages.  These  are  less  than  cost,  but  even  at  these  rates 
many  of  the  children  and  several  of  the  aged  inmates  of  the  Inn  are  un- 
provided for,  whom  we  should  be  glad  to  have  remembered.  The  avails 
of  the  stereotype  foundry  are  considerable,  with  the  prospect  of  steady 
increase.  Patronage  for  this  branch  of  industry  is  solicited  of  city  pub- 
lishers,   who    may    see    specimens    of   the    work    at    the    Bible    House. 

The  produce  of  the  farm  and  vegetable  grounds,  of  course,  is  valua- 
ble where  it  finds  so  many  consumers — the  present  population  of  the  place, 
young    and    old,    being   more    than    one  hundred. 

The  chief  revenue  of  St.  Johnland  is  in  the  good-will  of  its  friends. 
This  we  have  largely  enjoyed,  and  would  acknowledge  with  gratitude  to 
them,  and  still  more  to  Him  whose  instruments  tiiey  are  in  bestowing 
upon    us    the    signs    of    His    favor.        We    humbly    pray    for    its   continuance. 

Among  those  to  whom  the  subscriber  would  commend  this  charity, 
or  combination  of  charities,  he  hopes  may  reckon  many  of  his  former 
pupils  who  are  now  "  well  to  do "  in  the  world.  Should  these  pages 
meet  the  eye  of  any  one  of  them,  perhaps  he  may  be  inclined  to  cheer 
his   old    School    Father  in  the    last    work    of  his   life. 


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Donations  will  be  appreciated  of  whatever  amount,  and  appropriated 
either  to  substantial  improvements  on  the  place  or  to  meet  its  current  ex- 
penses. Those  for  the  former  purpose  may  be  made  to  Mr.  Howard  Pot- 
ter, Treasurer,  Brown  Brothers  &  Co.,  New  York;  those  for  the  latter  to  the 
subscriber,  to  whom  all  communications  about  St.  Johnland  may  be  addressed. 
Clothing   of    all    kinds   is    always    acceptable. 

\V.    A.    MUHLENBERG, 

Sr.    Luke's    Hosiitai,    New    Vork,    December.    1871. 


OFFICERS    AND    TRUSTEES 


CORPORATION   OF  ST.  JO  UN  LAN  I) 


PRESIDENT. 

JOHN     DAVID    WOLFE. 

VICE-PRESIDENT. 

ADAM     NORRIE. 

T  R  E  A  S  V  K  E  K  . 

HOWARD     POTTER. 

SECRE T A  R  V 

WM.    ALEXANDER    SMITH. 

TR  1ST  E  ES. 

W.  A.   MUHLENBERG,  ANNE    AYRKS. 

HEMAN   DYER,  CATH.  S.  JONES. 

WM.   H.  ASPINWALL,  GEO.   I).   MORGAN, 

E.   P.  FABBRI,  WM.   E.  CHISOLM, 

JOHN  COTTON  SMITH,  F.   E.   LAWRENCE, 

EDWARD  A.  WASHBURN,  THEO.  W.   RILEY, 

FREDK.  S.  WINSTON,  JOHN   H.   EARLE, 

CYRUS  CURTfSS,  J.   PIERPONT  MORGAN, 

JAMES  M.   RROWX.  HENRY  C.   MONTGOMERY, 

ROBERT  S.   HOLT,  HENRY  C.  POTTER. 

F.    G.     FOSTER. 


The    Objects    of   the    Society,   as   declared    in    the    Certificate    of   Incorporation,    are 

as  follows  : 

To  hold  the  estate  known  as  St.  Johnland,  Suffolk  County,  New  York  ;  to 
have  the  supervision  of  its  affairs  ;  and  to  see  that  it  be  rightly  used  for  the  purposes 
for   which    it    has    been    created,    which    purposes,    in    the    main,    are    as    follows,    viz.  : 

First.  To  provide  cheap  and  comfortable  homes,  together  with  the  means  of 
social  and  moral  improvement,  for  deserving  families  from  among;  the  working  classes, 
particularly  of  the  City  of  New  York,  and  such  as  can  carry  on  their  work  at  St. 
Johnland  ;  but  this  provision  shall  never  be  used  for  pecuniary  emolument,  either 
to    the    Society    or    to    any    of   the    Agents    in    its    employ. 

Second.  To  maintain  a  home  for  aged  men  in  destitute  circumstances,  especi- 
ally all  Communicants,  who  are  esteemed  entitled  to  it  by  the  Churches  to  which  they 
belong  ;  to  care  for  friendless  children  and  youth,  and  especially  cripples,  hy  giving 
them  home,  schooling,  Christian  training,  and  some  trade  or  occupation  by  which 
they  can  earn  their  future  livelihood  ;  and  generally  to  do  such  other  Christian  offices 
as  shall  from  time  to  time  be  required,  and  are  practicable,  by  the  Society,  con- 
sistently   with    its    benevolent    designs. 

Third.  To  assist  indigent  boys  and  young  men  who  desire  literary  education, 
with  a  view  to  the  Gospel  Ministry,  by  affording  them  the  opportunity  for  such 
education,  and,  at  the  same  time,  means  of  self-support  by  some  useful  employment. 
An  Evangelical  school,  or  college,  chiefly  for  training  for  the  Ministry,  would  come 
within    the    scope   of   the    Society. 

Lastly,  and  as  embracing  its  whole,  to  give  form  and  practical  application  to 
the  principles  of  Brotherhood  in  Christ,  in  an  organized  congregation  or  parish, 
constituted    by    settled    residents    of    St.    Johnland. 


FORM    OF    BEQUEST. 

1  give  anil  bequeath  to  the  Society  of  St.  Johnland,  a  corporation  created  in  the  year  1870. 
under  the  laws  of  the  State  of  New  York,  or  to  the  Treasurer  thereof,  for  the  time  being,  for  its 
corporate   purposes,   — _ _ 


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